[Intro]
What up Red
I see ya
I know you see me

[Chorus]
Now if you feel like he's a whimp, mami, go and cut your phone off
Pagers ain't shit too, leave that shit at home and
Just hit the club, get at me [?]
I'll help you get that dirt off your shoulder

[Verse 1]
She want a n***a with money, more money than she can handle
Handle it big like a stick—I'm sticking her like a standard
They call me Weezy the dog, baby, you tryna get baptised
Golfing on these hoes, tryna birdie my back nine
I see ya bitch looking back, send her a vodka
Her baby daddy bodyguard so Kevin Costner
And she will always love you [?]
But she know that she ain't with me and I beat it like Bobby
She got a fella at home, he ain't hitting it properly
So she got me on speed dial—better yet, re-dial
They like my style, the tread with the dreads
[?] just like I was [?] for that ass
She in love with this juvie, and I love her right back
'Cause she got a lil' tootie booty
I'm on that fruity-fruity, riding like a trooper
Holler at your mans, yeah, your mans can't [?] ya
[Chorus]
Now if you feel like he's a whimp, mami, go and cut your phone off
Pagers ain't shit too, leave that shit at home and
Just hit the club, get at me [?]
I'll help you get that dirt off your shoulder

[Verse 2]
See, when we out of the city, I take her out on a date
He take her out of the town, I take her out of the States
I pick her up in a Coupe, drop her off in the truck
I'm gon' get her them boots, hit her off with them pumps
Yeah, she wan' travel with [?]
Shop out the country, come back with an accent
She tryna max this Visa in my pocket
Oh, but you know it ain't tricking if you got it
Now all the Halle's and Angelina Jolie's want him
'Cause my dick game so [?]
I got monster balls; I ain't scared
To take that old walk downstairs, yeah
She telling homie she tired, text message me on the side
She like, "I wish he was you", I'm like, "He wish he was I"
I put in overtime on this sofa of mine
Then send her right back looking like she need a massage

[Chorus]
Now if you feel like he's a whimp, mami, go and cut your phone off
Pagers ain't shit too, leave that shit at home and
Just hit the club, get at me [?]
I'll help you get that dirt off your shoulder
[Verse 3]
Now me and momma got a lot in common
We both like Common, but we don't buy his albums
We both smoke and she drinkin' what I'm drinkin'
And I'm drinkin' what she drinkin' and she thinkin' what I'm thinkin'
Pop up in a Lincoln, then get gone
I'm lighting up the stinky, now we chinky in the zone
We do the weekends but get naked in my home
She returned on the scene where all her drawers cleaned
That mean that she don't handle it no more
I'm the prince; I get dome in the throne—that's royalty
Girl, girl fell in love with the boy, boy, and me
And her boy can't do it more than me

[Chorus]
Now if you feel like he's a whimp, mami, go and cut your phone off
Pagers ain't shit too, leave that shit at home and
Just hit the club, get at me [?]
I'll help you get that dirt off your shoulder